Ianto nodded, taking Sulu's statement in stride. As silly as it was, he was proud of him for actually asking for help, for overcoming his own pride and recognizing that he needed Ianto's aid. On one hand, it made Ianto concerned for just how Sulu was doing exactly, but on the other hand, it helped Ianto reassure himself that Sulu knew his limitations, and wasn't going to make this any more unsafe than it already was, ghosts and concussions and all. "Yeah, sure," Ianto said. He put a hand on Sulu's lower back to steady him, needing to bend over to pick up the jeans off the edge of the tub.
"Here," Ianto said, moving to kneel in front of the other man, Sulu's hand still braced on his shoulder, arranging the jeans on the ground in just the right way, "just step into them. Hold on to me if you need to. I'm not going anywhere, and I'd really rather you did anyway, instead of trying to play the hero, alright?" He realized that this wasn't the best of situations, and that yes, Sulu was embarrassed about it, but if they both just got over how awkward it was to be dressing Sulu like this, they'd get it done much faster.
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"Here," Ianto said, moving to kneel in front of the other man, Sulu's hand still braced on his shoulder, arranging the jeans on the ground in just the right way, "just step into them. Hold on to me if you need to. I'm not going anywhere, and I'd really rather you did anyway, instead of trying to play the hero, alright?" He realized that this wasn't the best of situations, and that yes, Sulu was embarrassed about it, but if they both just got over how awkward it was to be dressing Sulu like this, they'd get it done much faster.